NEITHER HAIR NOR THAR, 24 HRS*
In the middle of nightmares, sleep’s still on your mind, brain not firing at full ops in the fray
Just one more thing you’ve got to do in life, you’ve got to live it, you’ve got to go out to #Play
Like you’ve never played before or else you’ll lose runnin’ the jungle animates, lucky egg yolks
It is probable that this animation in front of our faces is all there is, at the end, that’s all folks!
Tomorrow though, you’ve got to get on with the art of living on Earth, avoid Death and Pain
Never been to heaven nor where I was before my mama met my daddy in bed or sandy beach
Cloudy and overcast from cement and asphalt to the antennae on concrete rock piles, use me.
My little brothers never taught me not to let others walk in my kicks, my shoe’s leather lasts
I ain’t confused about the nature of being and my own, I am the One I’ve always followed tail
In frequent trips around the ball of dirt, the world spins and I reverse it, future on to the past
Long cool woman or a short hot man mixes menudo to #PHILOdeRICO on a trip that’ll fail.
Because there’s a #FirstCause requires that their should be a #LastEffect, a merciful silence
Not a pin drop Georgia peaches, right at home and ready for a program from the #Void sense
Imagine nothing but emptiness around you, you can’t even see your own splendid, empty self
It is as it always was and will be, luck of the draw, you won and you’ll lose, put that on a shelf.
But your hair will grow as if there is no tomorrow, nothing can stop it but a baldness DNA tic
After skin, body and organs cease to function, hair grows forever, immortal follicles’ are chic
Bones left covered up become what the dirt of a dead star are, cream of this dream down a leg
Or up to the face’s holy entry of the matter, flowing unformed from the essence of the plasma.
It is in the blood, it is in the air, it is what we are without a personality, Blue on Black is It, All
In the course of the spin around and wobbling in place, a world’s mystery remains, a downfall
Above Star-dirt, ‘bout middle of tagged stars, space a pretty little lover’s index finger quiver
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 25 mars 2019 Anno Domini à 06h66, heure normale du Pacifique
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